Paging Dr. Freud

Had an intensely Freudian dream last night, when I managed to sleep between coughs. I only remember part of it. I was running and hiding from some monster. I was warning everyone I passed, but no one was taking me seriously. Then I realized that it was only after me.

The monster was a large snake. It seemed perfectly aware of every hiding space I ran to and never hesitated at all in its pursuit. Then, I realized it was chasing my perfume. I tried to spray my perfume in a bunch of other places to throw it off, but that wound up not working me. It caught me and rammed me in the chest, knocking me over. When I got up again, I went to spray it in the eyes to hurt it, but that didn't even faze it and it wound up locking its jaws around my head, its fangs sinking into the base of my head in the back. I knew it had poisoned me.

And that's when I woke up. And that's when I started cracking up. Sometimes a cigar isn't just a cigar, huh?